...these silver lines, travel from my thoughts to yours, wavering, floating like spirits dancing...

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Of sweaty people and close encounters

Now, the last post that I wrote might have been reminiscent of good office memories, but beleive me, there are some office experiences that are just not pleasant. Take for example being in really close proximity with sweaty, smelly people and having to work with them! Now that's just not good! Given the nature of the office environment, and that you cannot always be downright honest with people here, you cannot do much about it except just bear it with a heavy heart (and closed nostrils and difficult breathing). You can try hinting subtly, very subtly how this situation is affecting you, but you might not succeed very far with it. For example, you can try spraying some air freshener or a body spray or fragrance (very handy in such times, so you should always carry one close by) in the air, while saying, is it just me, or is the air suddenly gone stale! I might just tell you now, that as I write this, I am sitting very close to a person who is stinking very very very very badly and it is becoming very difficult to write my feelings right now, I feel like I might suffocate, so I think I will move and go out for some fresh air. I did however, spray my fragrance in the radius around me, and I haven't really been talking to this person today, so I hope the message got through to him. And yes its a guy! And why is it that it's usually guys who stink? urrghhh...!!! have to move! CAN'T BREATHE!!!

Friday, April 10, 2009

n o s t a l g i a

Life has a funny way of bringing back past memories to you at the most unexpected moments... when you least expect it, you suddenly remember something and delving on it, you try to recount the magic of that long ago moment. Like right now, for example, I am struck by a strong feeling of nostalgia, remembering my old office days... how those winter days and nights passed by... so quickly and how suddenly I have moved on and adjusted myself to my new workplace. But I still remember those moments, those moments of colourful memories, that are sometimes triggered by some smells, sometimes just like that... like I said, totally unexpected and totally sudden. I still have the empty perfume bottle that I used to wear in those days, and I have kept it because it, more than anything else brings back a load of memories, some images, some snippets of coversation, my feelings of those times... I will hang on to this little bottle, and cherish it more than anything... because it too is a part of that time.